There was the smell of earth after rain.
That smell that does not forget, because you have it always in the rain when you do not get enough.
There were so many people squashed into a single bolus, shattered front door or attached one behind the other in a row unimaginable.
Yet, no one wanted to leave. Neither do I.
I wanted to see him and listen to see if that effect boomerang struck me every time I read his words and every time he's paid attention through the magic box, there was really.
Outside was a big screen, to give opportunities to those who, like me, could not enter.
But I was happy to be there, despite everything.
began to speak, and I realized that boomerang that effect was not only an illusion.
Sitting on a stool, with the red shirt and black jacket, he spoke ... entrandoti inside.
"A library protects words. And the words never die. So I wanted to return to the language with you in a library. "
My friend grimaced and even most people, eager to get into that little place where, however, there was no space for anyone.
Except for the dreams, of which he spoke.
The dreams of men, of which each is responsible.
Being responsible means not falling on your face because "time is all sucks, does not mean to say "Sometimes we think the others, I got to do that?" means doing their job well even if others do not, is to believe to be part of a world we can live without being enslaved, yes ... it means to be afraid, very afraid, said means every day, "but he makes me do?" yet continue to struggle, it means not to abuse the word love because it is too precious to watering down everywhere, is to believe in something or someone, because "grows only those who wanted to see" .
means being part man, not only be man.
Nobody wanted to stop clapping because that touch was not only a tribute or harping.
But thanks.
not only for all those words that saved my life, but especially for all the life that gives her skin every day.
way home I wondered how it would feel to have so many hopes and believes that in everything you do.
But above all, as one can feel so free to have a life and soul in the head, but so imprisoned in the body because the sheep become wolves.
The answer I found the last sentence that gives, to the applause and screams, borrowed from an American whose name everybody knows.
If you can dream it, you can.
And you're doing.
... Thanks Roberto.
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